$2800 - 2 BR - 1150sf - 429 Euclid - Oak - Onsite Pkg Soon

Enter 18 x 27 Dining/Living Room From Stair
Years ago a tenant made an area the size of the bright part of the carpet in the photo into a great fenced play area for their child to explore

Bath 11 x 9.5

3 x 3 Shower at Left

Tub Not Used - Save Water

Bedroom 1 - 11 x 18

BR 1 Closet 6.5 x 6.5

Bedroom 1 - 11 x 18 - 3 Windows

Bedroom 2 - 10 x 14 - 1 Large Window

Bedroom 2 Closet 4 x 6

Bedroom 2 - With Rug

Kathleen and Paul are owners and live on site. So you'll get quick response to your needs and access to your washer/dryer in the basement.

Your apartment is only 100 feet from Grand Avenue and only 100 more to beautiful Lake Merritt where the winter birds are arriving. And runners abound.

Your Saturday Farmer's Market is closeby under/around I-580. Trader Joe's is just a few more feet. Whole Foods Market is walkable from your apartment. Sprouts Farmers Market is on Broadway and Safeway is closeby on Grand Ave.

Then there's the classic Grand Lake Theater. You'll find many good restaurants on Grand and Lakeshore. Walking Grand Ave and Lakeshore at night always reminds me of the Left Bank of Paris.

This area truly is a gem and Kathleen and I are glad and happy to live here. You will be too.

3/16/04 - Fun in La Paz

We are happy again today to have as our co-editors, Ann and Pat Goddard. There are some grandchildren of whom Pat and Ann are very proud,

Ben & Cale with LucyBeau

PierceEvanEmily

3/16/04 La Paz

La Paz, Baja California Sur, Mexico. What a day to wake up to! It is March and at best it should be spring-like weather with maybe some sun, a little rain to start the flowers. Ah, but this is spring as it should be. The sun is peeking in the window already taking the crispness from the morning air. It is 7:00 A.M. and comfortable to be wearing shorts and sandals, with the promise of another day in the 80s. For those of us who have spent much of our lives north of the 45th parallel, this type of attire is reserved for late June through August.

Eager to start another day of learning, our tour bus will pick us up at 9:00 A.M. to see the sights of La Paz. Why weren't high school history classes this much fun? Carlos is our guide for today and as is true with most Mexican tour guides he is well versed in the history of La Paz and all of Mexico. La Paz is the largest city in and capital of BC Sur. Until 1842, Loreto, where we will be tomorrow, was the capital of all of the Californias. A hurricane destroyed Loreto and the capital was moved to La Paz.

Just a week ago we landed at the ferry terminal about 10 miles east of La Paz and drove through the town on our way to Los Barriles and Cabo. Today we learned why the ferry docks outside of the city. The Bahia de La Paz is very shallow and because sand carried by the tidal currents fills in any channels, it is not practical to dredge out a ship channel to the downtown area, although it would boost the tourist trade.

As we ride through La Paz the names on street signs tell the history of struggles the Mexican people have endured to be self-governing, and how much importance they place on their heritage. We traverse streets with names like Constitucion, Independencia, 16 de Septembre (their independence from Spain in 1821), 21 de Agosto, Cinco de Mayo (Mexico's defeat of French invasion in 1862) and Revolucion de 1910 (reminding us of Poncho Villa from Chihuahua). We stopped at La Paz's central plaza, Plaza Constitucion. Across the street stands one of the most beautiful churches we have visited.

Nuestra Senora Del Pillar De La Paz or Our Lady of Peace. The corner stone for this building was laid October 6, 1861. The Jesuits first established the mission in 1720 but abandon in 1734 due to Indian hostility, then reopened in 1735.

From the church we drove along the waterfront and then to the central market. As in previous cities one can buy most anything in the central market. Carolee Day was in deep negotiations for Baja tee shirts, and Sherryll Compton stocked up on a week's supply of fruits and veggies. As we walked through the meat market we all swore to become vegetarians.

Ann and I had some spare time before the bus left, so we strolled along the street. We came upon a high wrought iron fence with a familiar song playing loudly in the courtyard. First we saw a group of little first or second graders lining up to return from recess. The little girls in their plaid skirts were just bouncing and giggling to the beat of the music. Farther along, some older children, maybe a fifth grade PE class, were dancing to the music. Their teacher was waving her arms and wiggling her hips. Oh! We remember this dance! Jim Compton taught it to us in La Junta - It's the chicken dance in Spanish.

Next we stopped at The Weavers, a group of artisans that weave rugs, tapestries, wall hangings, placemats and cloth. They also trade with other groups throughout Mexico and have articles from other regions for sale. We watched as a man spun cotton into yarn and then used it to make a rug with a turtle pattern.

Another man was weaving 400 yards of white cotton cloth for a hotel. The looms were very rustic and looked to be made with scraps of wood and wire. The pieces they produced were utilitarian yet attractive enough to be hung or displayed as art. The people were warm and cordial and as we have seen throughout Mexico businesses are family affairs. A young child sat on the counter and watched as her mother waited on customers.

On the way back to the RV park Carlos explained the origin of the term gringo. He claims that during the war with the U.S. over Texas, the Texas troops wore green uniforms. Their general, Sam Huston, would call out to them "Green! Go!" as he would call them to action. The Mexican soldiers began referring to Texas troops as "Green Goes" which soon became gringos.

Later that evening we carpooled to the waterfront for dinner at the Bismarck II restaurant. It was an open-air restaurant with a palapa roof and plastic tables and chairs. The floorshow was one of the most awesome sights we have seen. As we sat enjoying a drink while our food was being prepared, we looked across Paseo Alvaro Obregon, the street that borders the Bay of La Paz.

The sky turned pink, then red and then lit on fire like we had never seen before. Each minute it became more beautiful and more of us got up from our chairs to walk out into the street and across to the beach to try to capture in our cameras and our minds this perfect evening with a warm breeze and a colorful display in the heavens. We returned to our seats to enjoy food that one would never expect from such an unassuming establishment. Once again Mexico has surprised us with her beauty and her warm hospitality.

3/19 - ON A TEN-POINT scale, if I am at level two in any field, and desire to move to level five, I must first take the step toward level three. "A thousand-mile journey begins with the first step" and can only be taken one step at a time. - from 7 Habits of Highly Effective People by Stephen Covey